One day, a young man named Karthik, a 25-year-old software engineer from Chennai, arrived in Kovilpatti, seeking refuge from the chaos of city life. He had inherited a small ancestral property in the village and wanted to spend some time there, reconnecting with his roots.
“Kallathil erindha kuralai kadandhu vandhen / Koothil mattum avan en kai pidikkiran.” (I crossed the echo thrown from the stone / Only on the Koothi stage does he hold my hand.)